The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1887-01-04
Written for the Sunday Morning Bszoo.
NOT POCAHONTAS
This Time, But Another Tells
Some Queer Tales of JEFF
fersOn City Officials.

I
depending upon their honest consti-
tuents, whom they dare not offend,
least they loose their support and aid,
In returning here, to the halls of
comfort? and therefore Miss G. must
do the polite to Mr.. B. "cause he gave
papa the Tenth ward, you know ?"
and so it is, even if Mr.. B. is
rascal, q roue, ETC.. we accept him
why? because we don't dare to ex-
clude such = power to be, as it were,
and thus you see politics make US a
set of "toadies" (the most despicsble
race of people,. But how are we to help
ourselves? ''Papa needs every ward
to pull through, next fall you
know"
The various vicissitudes of political life
are such, that to-day Miss A may
ride on the topmOst wave of society,
tomorrow the current may carry her
down, and thus with examples of the
CT devant glory of many politicians.
WE ARE A LIVING LIE,
but only breathe the knowledge OF
ourselves, and wonder if we success
fully hoodwink our neighbers. Still
the atmosphere around the capitol is
renowned for its invigorating proper
ties. 1t has been known to bring out
the strangest species of the genus
homo, fresh from the interior, with
hayseed still clinging to his hair, into
a bowling swell who would out vie
Beau Brummel in his exquisite tout
ensemble, and the attitude upon all
occasions, of, "Pm holier than Thou"
is wonderfully refreshing.
| have in my mind now, as one
example, a young man, who came
here with his father to fill fat ap-
pointment under Ex- Governor Wood
son (pater familias had the appoint
ment.) Long, lank and gawky, with
wide sombrero upon his crown, coat
cut by the village tailor,
made, no doubt, by the fond hands
of good old mother and incased was
his long broad feet in carpet slippers.
Arrayed in all the glory of whites
Store" he recalled to my mind the
picture TennysOn gives US in his
''Locklesley Hall"
"Yearning for the large excitement that
the coming years would yield,
Eager-hearted as a boy when first he leaves
his father field"
Years have passed, since then and
now behold the change. "Soloman
in all his glory" could not compete
I with this young man. Learned in
state cupidity and trucking to dis
honest master. He has actually for
gotten
THE USE OF CARPET SLIPPERS
and would faint at the sight of his
faithful sombrero. If Father Time
had one spark OF modesty he would
bush at his work and tits ever thus
that life here, Cor the ATMOSPHERIC, is
"bringing out" as it were, honest
people, teaching them the flow
cry beds of ease and giving them
a delicious smack ofluxury before their
constituents relegate them to private
walks. / should like to tell you a
little "tid-bit" that is now being
whispered around, under breath of
course. but cannot long be kept quiet
for what every one knows is no Sc
cret. Once upon time, as the nov
elist James would say, there was a
great and mighty official Gin his own
estimation) who had little poverty
striker clerk, supposedly drawing
81, 500 per year, anxious and eager to
get the world by the nape ofthe neck,
foolishly saved his money. One bright
spring morning, in April, when ma
ture begins to fiirt coyly with summer
and the world is in love with itself,
the great Roman calls up the little
clerk, and in soft and persuasive tones
confides to him these facts, viz {: Wife
has different pOcketbook, and have
a young and growing daughter, (ac-
cent the last syllable) who expects
much of me, therefore you must place,
every month, in a convenient nook
certain part of your monthly salary,
all will be smooth, make it pleasant
to the daughter" Now since the
people have heard the story they
wonder who bought the daughters
good clothes? The Roman father or
the little clerk ? In my humble esti-
nation Frank Stockton's story 1.-THE
lady and the tiger" in the century,
never left half such an enigma to be
solved. Who will solve the problem,
but the next general assemblys. "Truth
is mighty" you know, sit will prevail"
such is the drift of many amusing
stories that the gossips now have,
they are consuming their souls with